Fuzzy Pre-Sleepsville.

Just as I was about to fall asleep last night, I got to thinking. I'm never sure how your brain works when you are tired and in that fuzzy existence just before dreamland, but I liked what I was thinking about, so, I'm'a write it down.

Ok, so a while ago, Shaquille O'Neal was out of the line-up because of a broken toe. Now, as I recall, at the time there were a lot of people doing a lot of name-calling and a lot of fun poked at the rather large man. "Oh Shaqqy, would you like us to kiss your wee toe better?" "Shaq sure is a baby." "I hate Shaq." "Shaq sucks." "Shaq is illiterate." "I'm going to take his mother, Telulah O'Neal, out for a nice seafood dinner and never call her again." People seemed to think that this sort of dangerous wordplay was substantiated, since, after all, it was only a toe injury that kept him from playing all of those games.

Now here's where I began to think. Shaq is a big guy, right? Size 23 shoes, or something, right? Well, I was thinking, if you imagine the size his toes must be, a broken toe could be a pretty big deal. For some people, it might be the same thing as a broken forearm. I mean, I wear size 11 shoes, so double my foot size, and then subsequently double my toe size, and you have some disgustingly long toes that could be bad breaks. It must be like having a regular person's fingers on his feet.

Now I really want to see Shaq's feet.

I bet they are ugly.

Studying hard,

Gigantic Wiener.